<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220</id><updated>2012-01-24T03:09:46.743-08:00</updated><category term='novel'/><category term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>~*~Hera-IC~*~</title><subtitle type='html'>THE VOICE OF MY HEART</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-1459195984493586556</id><published>2012-01-24T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T03:09:46.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name is Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I have alwaysthought that the world is nothing but black&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I keep onseeing myself trapped in darkness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;And I can’tseem to see a ray of light&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;All I can dois hope and pray for a world so bright.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I kept onwalking in nothingness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hoping tofind the end of my emptiness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;All I have isthis faith I hold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;To find thepath leading to the door of happiness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Along myjourney I stumbled and fall;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I gathered myfeet in a courageous manner&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;To grab mysecond chance to grow and be better&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;To meet otherpeople who cares and to care.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;However, inthis darkness I could see nothing,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I could onlyhear faint voices from afar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I startedwalking towards their direction&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Slowly, thechattering and laughter becomes clearer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Their voiceswas like a sweet melody&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;It waspleasing to the ear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;It was myfirst time to hear such music&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;That got meanxious and excited.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As I gotcloser to the crowd, faint light I see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’m happy forat last I saw light&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;My eyesglittered with tears of joy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;When everyonegathered around and welcomed me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ah, what awonderful feeling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;To now andfeel that you belong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I could onlywish for this moment would never end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;But,unknowingly, the light slowly faded to darkness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Once again,my whole world was embraced by darkness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Stricken byfear, I run aimlessly in search for everyone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tears startedto fall because of fear and seclusion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’m all alonenow in the midst of oblivion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I shouted forhelp but no one seems to hear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;From adistance I saw a light and tried to walk towards it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;However myfeet got stuck and I can’t take a step&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Something iskeeping me from moving forward, I wonder what it is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-1459195984493586556?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/1459195984493586556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-name-is-shadow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/1459195984493586556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/1459195984493586556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-name-is-shadow.html' title='My Name is Shadow'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-5213146500273819778</id><published>2012-01-12T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:25:51.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENDONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;The sun was smiling brightly at you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;Your sky was painted in blue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;Everything was fine; nothing seems to go wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;Your world was in perfect harmony.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;Chaos was far, only peace lingers as you sleep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;But no one told you that nightmare would visit you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;And angel of death would paint your blue sky with black&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;Blink of an eye, your perfect world was washed away byflooded tears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;Right in your eyes, the life of your love slowly driftedaway&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" 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&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;Filled with remnants of pains and debris of memories&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;From afar I could hear your sobs of pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;Your cries is echoing from the depth of my soul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;I want to spread my wings to comfort you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;To embrace and give you warmth and sing a lullaby to easeyour pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;But my words aren’t enough to heal your wounds&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape 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src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\stn10\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.wmz"  o:title="j0298897" gain="5"/&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;span style="height: 236px; left: 0px; margin-left: 993px; margin-top: 765px; mso-ignore: vglayout; position: absolute; width: 246px; z-index: -3;"&gt;&lt;img height="236" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/stn10/LOCALS~1/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image003.gif" v:shapes="_x0000_s1026" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;Mysongs couldn’t erase the scars from your pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;For it will remain forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-5213146500273819778?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5213146500273819778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2012/01/sendong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/5213146500273819778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/5213146500273819778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2012/01/sendong.html' title='SENDONG'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-8117721887605613432</id><published>2011-11-09T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:20:07.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>I am an Orphan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;There are so many people surrounding me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;But I keep on asking myself why I feel so lonely&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I have friends, parents and siblings&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Shouldn’t I feel so blessed and lucky?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I don’t understand the reason why I feel so miserable&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I act cool and look as if I don’t care&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;But inside thousand of daggers are piercing my heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;When reality strikes that I only hold a family in mere name.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I often hear people say I have a wonderful family&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I’ll faintly smile in reply for I don’t know if I should be happy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Because they have no slightest idea how pathetic we are&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;How we try to cover our frustrations with smiles and laughter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I can’t figure out if I’m an orphan or not&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;When strangers’ eyes are watching true meaning of family we became&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;However when the curtain’s down our family is eaten by darkness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;In there, smiles and laughter becomes bitter and everyone bickers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;When darkness consumes everyone’s hearts I run into my room&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;To run and hide into the safe haven I called&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;To run and hide into a place where it’s far from doom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;In there, I could cry all I want until I get tired and fall asleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I have no idea when did our family fell apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Or should I wonder if we ever did became one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Well, either way, I know I’ll always feel lonely&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Abbeyline; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;For I have been destined to become an orphan for some reasons.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-8117721887605613432?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2011/11/I-am-an-Orphan.html' title='I am an Orphan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/8117721887605613432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-orphan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/8117721887605613432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/8117721887605613432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-orphan.html' title='I am an Orphan'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-1272898515683880014</id><published>2011-11-09T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:20:40.653-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>MY REFUSAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Agency FB'; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I refuse to concede defeat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Agency FB'; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I always seek to be the best&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Agency FB'; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;No matter how many times I fail&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Agency FB'; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;My pride will always prevail.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Agency FB'; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I never taught that one day I would admit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Agency FB'; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The imperfection that I hold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Agency FB'; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;When You mend me from blindness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Agency FB'; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;And You saved me from darkness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Agency FB'; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Once in a while I may descend into oblivion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Agency FB'; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;But Thy love pulled me to the radiance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Agency FB'; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Now, I can see the world in bright insignia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Agency FB'; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;When I made Thee the heart of my existence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-1272898515683880014?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-refusal.html' title='MY REFUSAL'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/1272898515683880014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-refusal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/1272898515683880014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/1272898515683880014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-refusal.html' title='MY REFUSAL'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-58220567631218691</id><published>2011-06-08T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:22:05.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is important</title><content type='html'>I keep on wondering what is the most important thing in this world that makes a person happy. The type of happiness that is everlasting. The type of happiness that makes anyone feel contented and satisfied. Everyday I hear slashes of words between people about money or people talking about money. What is so important in money? Will it give security and happiness to each one of us? Money...money....money. I recognize that money has become a necessity to people however that doesn't mean it's the whole world. The more I hear people talk about money the more I hated it. Everyone seems making money as the center of their world or worst their "god." Many may not realized it we are clinging into money as it's the most important thing in this world. And the more people clings into it the more I ask my self if I should also cling into it. But when I stumble with the question "will it make you happy and satisfied?" Then I'd hide in my shell like a snail for protection. All I want in this simple life of mine is to find my purpose in life. To really find the most important thing that I want to do that will give me satisfaction and happiness. The want...the motivation...the thing that drives me to let me feel that I am alive, really living. Currently, their is something that has sparked my interest but it seems impossible for me. It sparked my interest for the first time in my life. It's as if it's what I want in life. But maybe it's all a dream, an impossible dream. I really wonder why did I discover it so late. I guess all that is left in me is wonder. Wonder if I'd be able to reach. Wonder if it will come true. Wonder if it is possible. wonders....wonders...wonders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-58220567631218691?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/58220567631218691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-important.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/58220567631218691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/58220567631218691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-important.html' title='What is important'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-8563331809747946276</id><published>2011-06-08T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T01:22:39.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Envy</title><content type='html'>As I watch people who are busy everyday&lt;br /&gt;I can't help asking myself why I am not like them.&lt;br /&gt;I envy them for they know what they want in life&lt;br /&gt;Unlike me, I have nothing to do at all.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I am wasting my life for keeping myself idle&lt;br /&gt;I feel like life is so boring, nothing excites me.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp; envy people for they all have the reason in living&lt;br /&gt;And as for me, I have none.&lt;br /&gt;To be able to do things on my own&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I am in my own little world, my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I tried to get away from it&lt;br /&gt;People around me seems pulling me back to my own little world.&lt;br /&gt;Forcing me to follow in their own flow&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems empty.&lt;br /&gt;I felt empty in me, no motivation in doing things&lt;br /&gt;I felt empty for not knowing what I want to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to find it; experience what others experienced.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of joy when someone finally found his/her purpose.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently struggling in solving the hardest math problem in my life&lt;br /&gt;And the answer seems impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is to envy people for giving their best&lt;br /&gt;And achieving what they want in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Envy is all I have now for I have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I am just an empty vessel living for the sake of living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-8563331809747946276?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/8563331809747946276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2011/06/envy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/8563331809747946276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/8563331809747946276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2011/06/envy.html' title='Envy'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-1341584686663293585</id><published>2010-10-03T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:09:24.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Finding Love in the Midst of Misery</title><content type='html'>Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aaaaaaahhhhh! Noooo! Please Don’t! No! Aaaaaahhhhhh!”&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of a quiet and solemn night in XXX convent, the nuns were awakened by a loud scream. Everyone woke up and wondered where the scream came from. The mother superior got up to investigate the event. As she towards the source of this commotion she followed the sound of a girl crying; it led her to the room where Aria resides. She went in and witnessed the poor girl in one corner of the room near her bed crying out loud. She was bathed with cold sweat. She must have had a bad dream again. What a poor girl, she thought. She approached her and hugged her. “Hush, don’t cry any longer. No one will harm you, you’re safe here. Shhh….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria is humming a melody. This song, she hums this every time she’s scared to calm herself. While humming she starts to relax. The nun inquired, “Did you have had a bad dream again?”&lt;br /&gt;“Sister I’m scared. What if…what if they find me here? Sister… Sister… I… I’m scared…really scared!” She started crying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hush, don’t be scared. You’re safe here. They won’t find you here. So go back to sleep. I’ll be here until you fall asleep.” She nodded once and lay down. “Thank you.” She closed her eyes and fall asleep after a couple of minutes. “She must have been tired with all the crying. What a poor angel.” She sighed. Yes, Aria has an angelic face. When she’s asleep she so peaceful but no one knows that she is suffering a trauma.&lt;br /&gt;As she gazed outside, the rain started to pour. The sky must have pitied this poor little girl. It cried in her stead. It’s raining so hard just like the night she arrived here. She could still remember when a knocked in the convent’s door caught their attention. When she opened it she saw a girl with the face of an angel with long black straight-haired girl in her teenage year drenched wet in rain and asked, “Are you willing to accept me and let me take refuge?” But there is something in her eyes. She doesn’t know what it is. It is fear, pain, loneliness or anger she saw. She couldn’t quite figure it out. “Of course, please come in. You can stay here as long as you want.” The nun let her in. “Thank you.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wondered how come a girl of her age in the middle of the night would come knocking at our door but I asked no further. I could feel that there is a reason as to why she came here. None from the convent had an idea that something terrible happened to her. At first glance, there was no sign that she is deeply hurt or trauma; that she is suffering so much inside. You can’t see the pain even in her eyes. If she’s an actress then she’s a pro. It must have taken a lot of courage to put a strong front. However every night everyone will be awakened with screams of fear.&amp;nbsp; It was a bit later we found out that she was raped by three men and luckily escaped from their hands. If not she’d be dead now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to her, the three rapists were still out looking for her to silence her. She got scared that she ran away without her family’s knowledge. She has no idea where to go and her feet took her to convent XXX. She doesn’t understand herself as to why but she felt safe when she set her foot here she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a year since she came here. In her first month of stay, she was quiet and keeps her distance to everyone but eventually she started to open up to others but not with males. Because of the event she eventually developed fear of men. She will shiver in fear and a cold sweat will bathed her. However, it could be seen that she is a bright girl and has a gift in music. She has a beautiful voice and writes songs. She is a gift sent from heaven. It is such a waste that some men has tainted this girls beautiful melody. They covered her colorful and bright world with dark clouds. How I wished that she’ll be able to move on her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the world…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of music is so loud that matches the beat of my heart. It’s pounding crazily. It must be the result of too much consumption of alcohol. Or it might be because of the girl I’m frolicking. She’s so beautiful. What do you expect from an international model? Hmmmnnnn. I want to eat her alive, right here and right now. However, there are too many people here. It might create a scandal and surely my father will kill me. I took her to my condo unit to satisfy my desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“’Babe, you’re so beautiful. You’re driving me crazy.” She smiled before she kissed me again. I started to kiss her neck. “Babe, I have something to tell you.” I acted as if heard nothing and continue kissing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Babe, wait!” “Later.” I hungrily kissed her. I don’t care what she wants to tell me. I don’t want to hear it right now. I just want to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Babe wait…I said stop!” She’s shouting now. I stopped kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn! What? Can’t we talk about it later?” I asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have to talk, now. It’s important.” I sighed then asked, “About what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m leaving soon for work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When and where?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Two days from now and U.S.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How long?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Five…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Five months? It’s not that long. It’s fine.” I started kissing her but she jerked away. “No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now what?!” I’m getting annoyed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not five months but five years.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry babe I’ll wait for you here.” I look at her and saw her face brightens. I know that is what she wanted to hear from me. I then added, laughing, “Are you crazy? You think I’m going to say that? Waiting for you that long? That’s completely insane! I’m going to find other woman prettier and better than you in bed. I’m not the faithful type Abigail and you know that.” Her face turned red and slapped me. “Oww, Bitch!”&lt;br /&gt;She took a deep breath and said, “You’re such a jerk. One day you’ll find your match. Someone who’ll make your knees weak and will make you look like a speechless idiot. I just can’t wait for that day and when that day comes I will laugh at you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sarcastically smiled and shrugged. “If that day will come.” She pushed me away and I watched her go. I said to myself, “A match huh? I wonder if that person exists. Woohh!” I laughed out loud as if I’m being tickled. Cupid, Cupid you’re such a lousy archer. I can easily dodge your arrows.” Then my phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-1341584686663293585?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/1341584686663293585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2010/10/finding-love-in-midst-of-misery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/1341584686663293585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/1341584686663293585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2010/10/finding-love-in-midst-of-misery.html' title='Finding Love in the Midst of Misery'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-5067783815888283823</id><published>2009-12-29T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:21:07.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>Candle Light</title><content type='html'>I was trapped in the midst of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dark and all I see is my fear&lt;br /&gt;I slowly walked with no particular destination&lt;br /&gt;All I have is me and my religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the darkest moments of my life,&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems not right,&lt;br /&gt;I whispered a prayer for courage to fight&lt;br /&gt;In an instant You gave me light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears had blinded me , I'm unable to se&lt;br /&gt;But never did I lose to fear,&lt;br /&gt;It's all because Your love has strengthen me&lt;br /&gt;Even if my life is taken away by spear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is always in a mess;&lt;br /&gt;I am jailed, drowned in darkness&lt;br /&gt;But You constantly embrace me with Thy love&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever I can fly freely like a dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lighted my way in a thousand ways&lt;br /&gt;And You gave me a reason to stay&lt;br /&gt;Until the day You come for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll come home with You in glee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-5067783815888283823?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-3547865237414047711</id><published>2009-08-23T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:21:38.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>Gods Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/SpIrgJ1lIXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FhVMcmElf2U/s1600-h/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373405136802881906" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/SpIrgJ1lIXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FhVMcmElf2U/s320/light.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 108px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 145px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light descending from the sky &lt;br /&gt;Is telling me that you are might;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I’m hurt you send me love through the sun &lt;br /&gt;With Your love I feel warmth and instantly the pain is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds white as the snow conveys paradise. &lt;br /&gt;It makes me wish that I am with You. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could still feel pain. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could smile there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times darkness consumes me while in pain. &lt;br /&gt;With the light you give I see eases the pain. &lt;br /&gt;How I wish the night never ascends; &lt;br /&gt;Only the light I wish to gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift up my hands in plea to the Almighty&lt;br /&gt;To take me with Thee. &lt;br /&gt;Take me to Your paradise where there is no flood of tears. &lt;br /&gt;Take me in Thy arms where fears disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg You to take me with You &lt;br /&gt;For pain and fears never flew; &lt;br /&gt;For only you could give me comfort &lt;br /&gt;That gives me happiness and contentedness.&lt;div 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niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/SpIrgJ1lIXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FhVMcmElf2U/s72-c/light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-5591278961816492753</id><published>2009-06-22T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:21:59.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>Calling U</title><content type='html'>Everyday…&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been struggling to reach out &lt;br /&gt;And yet no one noticed. &lt;br /&gt;I pray that one day you will look back &lt;br /&gt;And yet no one dared.&lt;br /&gt;I keep on trying to please everyone &lt;br /&gt;And yet no one responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night by night… &lt;br /&gt;I call out your name,&lt;br /&gt;Begging to save me in this place. &lt;br /&gt;I shout for help &lt;br /&gt;But only my echo answered. &lt;br /&gt;Can’t you hear it? &lt;br /&gt;The voice within my heart is screaming for help. &lt;br /&gt;Calling for someone to hear it;&lt;br /&gt;Kept on waiting for a single reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do I have to wait? &lt;br /&gt;How long do I keep on calling? &lt;br /&gt;Just for you to notice the emptiness of my heart? &lt;br /&gt;How many liters of tears do I need to cry? &lt;br /&gt;For just a glimpse of your eyes? &lt;br /&gt;How can you smile brightly? &lt;br /&gt;While I’m here suffering; jailed in the darkness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you ever notice me? &lt;br /&gt;I’m losing hope like a candle. &lt;br /&gt;How painful, can’t you feel it? &lt;br /&gt;I’m alone and I need someone to reach out a hand &lt;br /&gt;And help me stand up. &lt;br /&gt;I’ve stumbled many times &lt;br /&gt;That I don’t have any strength left to stand. &lt;br /&gt;I need someone to help me, to guide me. &lt;br /&gt;Anyone, is there anyone of you to help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, Sad and Cold… &lt;br /&gt;That is what I am feeling right now. &lt;br /&gt;Death is even better than this. &lt;br /&gt;Death is even better than being lonely, empty. &lt;br /&gt;Death is even better that not to be able to smile. &lt;br /&gt;Death is even better than being left alone in the midst of sorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Death is even better than being with everyone but not being part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are reaching for you &lt;br /&gt;And yet you never tried to reach it. &lt;br /&gt;I’m getting weaker day by day. &lt;br /&gt;No more strength. &lt;br /&gt;No more hopes left. &lt;br /&gt;I guess waiting for death is the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-5591278961816492753?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5591278961816492753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2009/06/calling-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/5591278961816492753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/5591278961816492753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2009/06/calling-u.html' title='Calling U'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-8278858073495392166</id><published>2009-03-23T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:22:32.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>To Whom I Belong</title><content type='html'>Day by day I smile without worries&lt;br /&gt;I always look forward of seeing your face&lt;br /&gt;That gentle smile that lighten up my day;&lt;br /&gt;It gives courage to a weakling like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From afar I could only wish&lt;br /&gt;That one day you’d set your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;Forever, I’ll patiently wait for that time to come&lt;br /&gt;For the moment to feel your sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;For the time when your lips touches to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night by night I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;I feel contented when you say “I love you”&lt;br /&gt;The warm hands of yours as you hole me tight&lt;br /&gt;It gives comfort as I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From afar I could only wish&lt;br /&gt;That one day you’d set your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;Forever, I’ll patiently wait for that time to come&lt;br /&gt;For the moment to feel your sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;For the time when your lips touches to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hold you, to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;To want you, to love you&lt;br /&gt;That is all I longed for&lt;br /&gt;Because long before this heart of mine is already yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-1603275570050680175</id><published>2009-01-16T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:32:20.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/SXEKrwKPvsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GMyCy5Wn9hA/s1600-h/little+angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/SXEKrwKPvsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GMyCy5Wn9hA/s320/little+angels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292022783915572930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-1603275570050680175?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/1603275570050680175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/1603275570050680175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/1603275570050680175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/SXEKrwKPvsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GMyCy5Wn9hA/s72-c/little+angels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-6343257421210035158</id><published>2009-01-13T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:19:36.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>My Greatest Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/SXEL_bpqv9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ibp9tL1X-gQ/s1600-h/omg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292024221519232978" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/SXEL_bpqv9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ibp9tL1X-gQ/s320/omg.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 100px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been under pressure since before.&lt;br /&gt;Before, it has been the prime reason to fight&lt;br /&gt;But today, it has become the prime hindrance in giving my all.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like it's pushing me to edge till I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to ignore it&lt;br /&gt;However, it is like a seed.&lt;br /&gt;The more I ignore, the more it grows.&lt;br /&gt;It is absorbing my strength like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my greatest strength in moving forward&lt;br /&gt;But also it is my greatest weakness I haven't overcome.&lt;br /&gt;I always ask Him to help me overcome it;&lt;br /&gt;Begging in tears, kneeling down for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for His response&lt;br /&gt;while taking the journey of my life.&lt;br /&gt;But when the day comes that He answers&lt;br /&gt;I am in great confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know He had come to help&lt;br /&gt;But I don't how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared in moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I am too weak to fight on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone seems to turn their backs on me.&lt;br /&gt;When everyone seems deaf to hear my sobs.&lt;br /&gt;When it seems that I am alone in the world&lt;br /&gt;He came to reach out His hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had prove once again that He loves me&lt;br /&gt;Though I am not a perfect child.&lt;br /&gt;He let me grow on my own&lt;br /&gt;Yet He never leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has always on my side while others don't.&lt;br /&gt;He laughs with me when I laugh while others are pretentious.&lt;br /&gt;He smiles when I am happy while others don't care.&lt;br /&gt;He embraces me when I cry while others are numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always wipes away my tears&lt;br /&gt;And never leaves me alone.&lt;br /&gt;He is the one understands me the most&lt;br /&gt;while everyone pretends to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always with me&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that I am not alone.&lt;br /&gt;He is a good listener&lt;br /&gt;And my greatest friend, GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-6343257421210035158?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6343257421210035158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-greatest-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/6343257421210035158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/6343257421210035158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-greatest-friend.html' title='My Greatest Friend'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/SXEL_bpqv9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ibp9tL1X-gQ/s72-c/omg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-8416538676926779418</id><published>2009-01-09T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:50:20.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>my dilemma</title><content type='html'>These days i keep on wondering,&lt;br /&gt;keep on asking myself&lt;br /&gt;is there something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;this isn't what the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have kept silent&lt;br /&gt;i have always set it aside&lt;br /&gt;i never give my self a chance&lt;br /&gt;to have a glimpse of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days have passed and i never realized&lt;br /&gt;that day by day my heart grew tired&lt;br /&gt;along with my body and my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to suppress the feelings&lt;br /&gt;yet, unknowingly, i am being defeated&lt;br /&gt;defeated defenselessly with my own fear&lt;br /&gt;defeated defenselessly with my own tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i always search for the answers&lt;br /&gt;everyday i am in the midst of journey&lt;br /&gt;in midst of nothingness, how lonely&lt;br /&gt;in midst of nowhere, how scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i needed someone to lean on&lt;br /&gt;but when i look around i realized that their is no one&lt;br /&gt;i realized that i am alone in this crowd&lt;br /&gt;i have no one to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today til the end of tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;i will keep on searching&lt;br /&gt;i will always be alone&lt;br /&gt;i will always be stuck in my heart's darkness&lt;br /&gt;i will always wait for the light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-8416538676926779418?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/8416538676926779418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-dilemma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/8416538676926779418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/8416538676926779418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-dilemma.html' title='my dilemma'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-5648519079979835430</id><published>2008-12-11T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:48:09.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/SUHiG0PwBwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fgjPvq5XvZA/s1600-h/flight.jpg.rZd.204478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/SUHiG0PwBwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fgjPvq5XvZA/s320/flight.jpg.rZd.204478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278748844986730242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The beautiful sky&lt;br /&gt;makes me what to fly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch the clouds&lt;br /&gt;and gets the stars and be proud.&lt;br /&gt;I see the sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;and I am wondering where are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to offer you the stars, the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your smile.&lt;br /&gt;That I haven’t seen in a while&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold wind makes me shiver.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of your warm embrace;&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of your love, what a grace.&lt;br /&gt;The twinkling stars in the sky are like your pretty eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The winds song is like your astonishing voice.&lt;br /&gt;Your voice, it’s a beautiful music that I’ve long to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Your arms, it is where I feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been longing for you in this depth of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly like an eagle, strong and free.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cross the ocean and be with you.&lt;br /&gt;In this midst of despair I seek for an arm to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for you to come&lt;br /&gt;so that this pain would be gone&lt;br /&gt;and to fill this emptiness.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-5648519079979835430?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5648519079979835430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/5648519079979835430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/5648519079979835430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-you.html' title='To You'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/SUHiG0PwBwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fgjPvq5XvZA/s72-c/flight.jpg.rZd.204478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-3071962723454307183</id><published>2008-12-06T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:33:57.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/STs2AnsX8sI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XRx73f2oWpk/s1600-h/568233206_825fc779c1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/STs2AnsX8sI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XRx73f2oWpk/s320/568233206_825fc779c1_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276870772677669570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I updated this blog. I have wanted to post new poems however; it wasn't easy for me to do so. Lot of things is going in and out in my mind these days. I am not sure how and when it started, maybe...long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a kid I have live up in a totally different world to others. I don't know how but I can just feel it. I have this feeling that I am so different from them. I have this feeling that I am living in a different persona. Everyone around me sees me as one of them. They don't see me differently. I just don't why. I sometimes wonder if I am exerting a different aura. People just entrust me such big responsibilities that I am not used to. They are expecting a leader that has the capability to lead people. But those are all false. I don’t even see my self as a worthy individual but why is it that others see me differently. It’s kind of frustrating. Isn’t it too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me is expecting too much from me. Living up in the world full of pressures and expectations is not that easy. Ever since I was a kid, I have accepted this pressures and expectations, full of willingness; accepting it as a challenge. I live up according to everyone’s expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the pressures and expectations in my shoulders doesn’t seem like a problem at all. But however, without me knowing that day by day their expectations had become a burden on my part. I did not expect that their will be one day that I would break their expectations. Trying my very best to live it up until I become frustrated to it and it has become my greatest weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t everyone have its choice? It is either you live according to their expectations or not. It is a choice. However, I chose to live up according to the expectations because I wanted them to be happy. Is it really the real reason? Many would say no while other would say yes. Maybe it is a yes, maybe it is a no. But on the other hand, it is what it is. I have made my decision. I thought I won’t regret it one day but the day has come that I feel like I regretted my decision. Pressures and expectations are starting to become so heavy on my part. Day by day it’s becoming so difficult on my part. It’s even hard to breath. It’s suffocating. It’s frustrating. It’s tiring. I am already tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day I am trying to revive the reasons why I made this decision. Each day I am trying to remember the reasons of living. But however, it is always blurred. I can’t see it clearly. I can’t remember it at all. It is really frustrating. Every night I cry out of frustrations and trying to find a way to survive is my world full of pressure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night I cry but during the day with all my friends I smile, I laugh. I sometimes wonder if they could see the lonely side of me. I have been waiting and looking for someone who could see it. I have been searching for that someone. I keep on asking myself, Where are you? Can you feel my loneliness? When are you coming? Can you hear my voice calling you? I am waiting…I am just waiting for the light in this world of dark clouds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-3071962723454307183?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/3071962723454307183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-agony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/3071962723454307183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/3071962723454307183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-agony.html' title='My Agony'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/STs2AnsX8sI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XRx73f2oWpk/s72-c/568233206_825fc779c1_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-7579262192097436207</id><published>2008-08-14T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:34:06.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>At My Window</title><content type='html'>I stand by the window; I could feel the cold wind&lt;br /&gt;As it touches my delicate skin.&lt;br /&gt;I shivered; it’s cold like my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I look at the sky; like me, it’s lonely, sad.&lt;br /&gt;The tears are falling, not from my eyes; from the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the sky is crying; it cried for me.&lt;br /&gt;It must have felt my loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;It must have felt my sorrows, my sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the window while looking at the sky&lt;br /&gt;I asked my self why I feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I felt so empty.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know; I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I must have missed something.&lt;br /&gt;Right, something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is lost.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t find it and I don’t know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the window, I could see people walked by.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they could feel my loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that they don’t.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they can’t feel my loneliness, my sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Are they numb? Or am I just different?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I could see they are happy, unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes are smiling, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I’ll be able to smile like them.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I’ll be able to laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the sun will come smiling at me after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, just wondering, if it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-7579262192097436207?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7579262192097436207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-my-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/7579262192097436207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/7579262192097436207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-my-window.html' title='At My Window'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-5849122788934380832</id><published>2008-07-20T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:14:03.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>Me and My God</title><content type='html'>I may be stupid&lt;br /&gt;I may be an ugly duckling&lt;br /&gt;I may be as thin as broom stick&lt;br /&gt;But yet I have a big heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be simple&lt;br /&gt;I may not be as intelligent as others&lt;br /&gt;But yet I’m capable of doing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t judge me from what you see&lt;br /&gt;Because you don’t know who’s me inside&lt;br /&gt;I may not be perfect as a human&lt;br /&gt;But I am made by perfect hands;&lt;br /&gt;His hands, God’s Almighty hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be passive&lt;br /&gt;I may be quiet&lt;br /&gt;I may be secretive&lt;br /&gt;But in Him I am different&lt;br /&gt;In Him I am impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t judge me from what you hear;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t judge me from what you see.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t judge me from what you feel&lt;br /&gt;Because you don’t know me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him I am everything;&lt;br /&gt;In Him I am something.&lt;br /&gt;In Him I am a precious gem&lt;br /&gt;Because His love made me&lt;br /&gt;In which you now mingle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-5849122788934380832?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5849122788934380832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-and-my-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/5849122788934380832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/5849122788934380832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-and-my-god.html' title='Me and My God'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-6127693815479298871</id><published>2008-06-14T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T06:11:26.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>My Memoirs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I look at the morning sky,&lt;br /&gt;I’m overwhelmed in its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;It’s so calm, so blue.&lt;br /&gt;It’s smiling, inviting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue sky reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wonder where you are.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the times we’re together.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;To feel again your sweet caress&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind coming from the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel your embrace,&lt;br /&gt;So warm like the sun&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to return in the past.&lt;br /&gt;To offer you the sun and the clouds;&lt;br /&gt;To hear you laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night comes embracing the sun&lt;br /&gt;I could see, like your eyes, the stars are twinkling.&lt;br /&gt;I could hear, like your voice, the wind is singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish that I could fly.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish I could touch the sky;&lt;br /&gt;To touch the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Get the stars and be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I could still remember&lt;br /&gt;The feeling when I hear your voice, your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like music in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the past, remembering you,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like crying;&lt;br /&gt;Tears are starting to fall,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why you leaved me, why you’re gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-6127693815479298871?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6127693815479298871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-memoirs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/6127693815479298871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/6127693815479298871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-memoirs.html' title='My Memoirs'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-6411084347488788585</id><published>2008-02-22T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:42:01.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>Is It A Goodbye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That night...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was the night that I'll never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I hope that I won't regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was the night that I'm going to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The thing that I always fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Though, I want to hear the truth even if it brings me pain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even if it means the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I woke up, I'm still hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I see my pillow, it reminds me the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And my heart aches when I see the tear stain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know if I could still smile today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For happiness seems blurred and far away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When my heart starts to ache I just look at the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I could see the trees waving me hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then, I look at the sky and I see the smiling sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As if telling me that everything is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The cold wind's embracing makes me shiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And it makes me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As I walked in the road it's telling me that it's alright;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Reminding me that I'm still alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I saw my friends and I could hear their laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I hear their voices, I feel relieved after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friends are great for they make me forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But when I'm alone the pain returns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But. I realized that compared to last time, I'm dany fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For I'm already starting to accept that you'll never be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Honestly, I'm still not sure if it's the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Because you promised that I still have you as a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-6411084347488788585?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6411084347488788585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-it-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/6411084347488788585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/6411084347488788585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-it-goodbye.html' title='Is It A Goodbye?'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-7615440583762916281</id><published>2008-01-20T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T03:08:02.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>In the heaven's lonely night&lt;br /&gt;You came and hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;You took away these loneliness&lt;br /&gt;And filled my heart's emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this lonely world&lt;br /&gt;Music books were fold&lt;br /&gt;But you came and strummed the guitar;&lt;br /&gt;Played a music sweet as a nectar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day I see&lt;br /&gt;The smile of yours so friendly&lt;br /&gt;That made my day complete&lt;br /&gt;And gave me reason to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my heart was broken before&lt;br /&gt;And the pieces were thrown in the shore&lt;br /&gt;You came and fetch it like a fisherman;&lt;br /&gt;Put it together like a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit my heart was hard as an ice;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly you melt it with the fire in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't deny my heart's desire&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that forever together, you and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-7615440583762916281?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7615440583762916281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2008/01/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/7615440583762916281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/7615440583762916281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2008/01/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-89467285172356162</id><published>2007-09-29T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:43:48.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>My Provider</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mind was like a sheet of paper&lt;br /&gt;A white and a clean matter&lt;br /&gt;I knew nothing until you came&lt;br /&gt;And you wrote something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge you fill out&lt;br /&gt;Now I am proud&lt;br /&gt;I have now the courage&lt;br /&gt;to face the world like a sage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an ignorant&lt;br /&gt;Love to play and run&lt;br /&gt;You planted like a peasant&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a proud man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the world’s so vast&lt;br /&gt;And time runs so fast&lt;br /&gt;You equip your self with things&lt;br /&gt;I need in my learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever thankful to thee&lt;br /&gt;Ready to walk with glee&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you’re always there&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, you’re a good provider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-89467285172356162?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/89467285172356162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-provider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/89467285172356162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/89467285172356162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-provider.html' title='My Provider'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-5496897369041308328</id><published>2007-09-29T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:21:41.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>Youth</title><content type='html'>I wonder who I am&lt;br /&gt;        In the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;I am so small;&lt;br /&gt;       I wonder if I’ll conquer them all.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I’ll stand out&lt;br /&gt;       Among the youth in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;I want them to be proud;&lt;br /&gt;       I want to shout it loud.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be noticed&lt;br /&gt;       But I don’t want them to get pest.&lt;br /&gt;I want to share&lt;br /&gt;       But no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;I want to show the world&lt;br /&gt;      That I have something to prove.&lt;br /&gt;And I want them to know&lt;br /&gt;      That in me hopes overflows.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say&lt;br /&gt;      That I have something to convey&lt;br /&gt;That country’s future is in my hands&lt;br /&gt;      And I bear it in mind.&lt;br /&gt;For I am a youth;&lt;br /&gt;      I am the country’s hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-5496897369041308328?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-9070736686117626637</id><published>2007-09-29T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:57:24.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>Mi Idolo Rizal</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You had shown the world&lt;br /&gt;       What the Filipinos can do&lt;br /&gt;You gave inspiration&lt;br /&gt;       To those who lose hope&lt;br /&gt;You have opened&lt;br /&gt;      The closed eyes of your fellowmen&lt;br /&gt;And contributed tremendously&lt;br /&gt;      To the formation of our nationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your writings&lt;br /&gt;       Filipinos are awakened&lt;br /&gt;Because of you our dreams&lt;br /&gt;       With calm heart we’ll reach&lt;br /&gt;And sincerely we thank you&lt;br /&gt;      Grateful that you’re proclaimed&lt;br /&gt;As the foremost hero of Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many wish to be like you&lt;br /&gt;       Who devotedly love our patria&lt;br /&gt;You willingly sacrificed your life&lt;br /&gt;       To awaken the minds of the people&lt;br /&gt;              Of your oppressed country&lt;br /&gt;Your leadership was great;&lt;br /&gt;       You lead us to eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of your sufferings&lt;br /&gt;       You never gave up&lt;br /&gt;In your fineness exquisite spirit,&lt;br /&gt;       The nobility of your quixotic heart&lt;br /&gt;The sentiment and aspiration&lt;br /&gt;       Of our nation who suffers you stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, Rizal, how great you are&lt;br /&gt;        No other Filipino could surpass&lt;br /&gt;The degree of learning of yours&lt;br /&gt;       Is the same as those great men;&lt;br /&gt;Like Descartes on philosophy&lt;br /&gt;       And Reclus in geography&lt;br /&gt;You’re such a blessed son&lt;br /&gt;       Of our motherland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You received praises&lt;br /&gt;       From your colleagues and friends&lt;br /&gt;And inspired your countrymen&lt;br /&gt;       As well as the world&lt;br /&gt;As Regidor once said&lt;br /&gt;       That your book was superior&lt;br /&gt;If we are to compare&lt;br /&gt;       To the works of other Filipino authors&lt;br /&gt;Your Noli Mi Tangere&lt;br /&gt;       Had made you immortal&lt;br /&gt;Like Cervantes on his Don Quixote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to hear&lt;br /&gt;       From the tongue of the foreigners&lt;br /&gt;Those praises of your greatness&lt;br /&gt;       As Blumentritt had said&lt;br /&gt;Your appearance in the world&lt;br /&gt;       Was like a rare comet,&lt;br /&gt;Whose brilliance appears only&lt;br /&gt;       Every other century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patriotic deed of yours&lt;br /&gt;       We’ll glorify forever&lt;br /&gt;Your sufferings shall always remember&lt;br /&gt;       In our hearts your memory&lt;br /&gt;              Will remain eternally&lt;br /&gt;We shall follow your footsteps&lt;br /&gt;       To protect our country&lt;br /&gt;              Against the tyranny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-9070736686117626637?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/9070736686117626637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2007/09/mi-idolo-rizal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/9070736686117626637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/9070736686117626637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2007/09/mi-idolo-rizal.html' title='Mi Idolo Rizal'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-1344326598474171403</id><published>2007-09-29T23:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:15:20.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>Six Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was six years ago when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;And it was six years ago when I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was six years ago when I started to wait;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently waited with thy love so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was six years ago when I started to fall&lt;br /&gt;And it was when you broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was six years then when my heart grew tired&lt;br /&gt;And finally decided to stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years after when you say “I love you!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it was the time when I totally forgotten you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-1344326598474171403?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/1344326598474171403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2007/09/six-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/1344326598474171403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/1344326598474171403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2007/09/six-years.html' title='Six Years'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-2056309183773310722</id><published>2007-09-29T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:14:38.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>To My Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not known the world lies&lt;br /&gt;From the day I opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Only your smile I see&lt;br /&gt;That brought joy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful day of April&lt;br /&gt;With the sky so blue and winds gentle breeze;&lt;br /&gt;Birds were singing a song so merry&lt;br /&gt;That adds music to my world so still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the world I knew nothing&lt;br /&gt;My mind was like a clean sheet of paper&lt;br /&gt;Which is pure and clear&lt;br /&gt;You painted it with thy teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day I was born I knew nothing&lt;br /&gt;But you taught me everything&lt;br /&gt;From crawling to walking;&lt;br /&gt;From baby cries to words for communicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of thy effort and love&lt;br /&gt;My hunger of knowledge you fill out&lt;br /&gt;Taught me how to write and to reason out&lt;br /&gt;Now, look, who am I today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of thy heart so pure&lt;br /&gt;Overflowing love you pour&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll grow stronger like a tree&lt;br /&gt;And I am thankful to thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-2056309183773310722?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/2056309183773310722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-my-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/2056309183773310722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/2056309183773310722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-my-lover.html' title='To My Lover'/><author><name>julie ann m. niones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858699049601814732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K2iHf7jvHw/TMk6MUJKTUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PqNKQbztAU/S220/67406_1561612492937_1614071641_1345324_2487828_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734827890137092220.post-7796201847635206735</id><published>2007-09-29T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:12:55.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Compositions'/><title type='text'>Falling for You Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never noticed you before&lt;br /&gt;How you look and how you talk&lt;br /&gt;Definitely no interest at you at all&lt;br /&gt;But now that I have known you more&lt;br /&gt;And I am starting to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I started to hate this feelings I feel&lt;br /&gt;Because I know it is not for real.&lt;br /&gt;But the stars are starting to fall;&lt;br /&gt;Meteor shower had just begun&lt;br /&gt;And I know this time&lt;br /&gt;I’ll cry for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how it happen&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up one morning&lt;br /&gt;And realized that I’m falling for you friend.&lt;br /&gt;When I realized these new bloomed feelings&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hide it and I tried to resist it&lt;br /&gt;But I would be a liar if I’ll deny&lt;br /&gt;For the truth I am starting to love you more&lt;br /&gt;More than what we have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I hate the feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do to stop this foolishness?&lt;br /&gt;How could I stop my self looking at those eyes&lt;br /&gt;That are like stars in heaven twinkling?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just can’t stop staring&lt;br /&gt;If I would have seen those smiles&lt;br /&gt;That are so wonderful to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish I could stop my self loving you&lt;br /&gt;But it’s getting stronger as time had pass.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you worry be happy&lt;br /&gt;Because I won’t do anything that could harm you.&lt;br /&gt;Just let me love you secretly&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s enough for me that you are near&lt;br /&gt;And I could call you dear even if it’s not for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734827890137092220-7796201847635206735?l=jjulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7796201847635206735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjulz.blogspot.com/2007/09/falling-for-you-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/7796201847635206735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734827890137092220/posts/default/7796201847635206735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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the flowers starts to bloom&lt;br /&gt;In the garden’s womb&lt;br /&gt;I am here alone&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lost at my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at nowhere&lt;br /&gt;In its end I saw you there&lt;br /&gt;I heard your voice somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Whispered my name sweetly on my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in the middle of the forest&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that I’ll find you in its breast&lt;br /&gt;But I’m alone in the midst of nowhere;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the midst of despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you’re here&lt;br /&gt;How I wish we’re together&lt;br /&gt;To fill my heart’s emptiness;&lt;br /&gt;To take away this loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fly high my heart’s desire&lt;br /&gt;Take me into his arms&lt;br /&gt;Forever I shall soar&lt;br /&gt;This love of mine surely yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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